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"Nathan, please."
His response is another spank, a sharp one that makes me yelp. "What was that?"
"I mean...Daddy, please," I beg, and that seems to be the magic word.
He groans and his fingers plunge deep into me. My body is trembling, and I'm not sure how much more of this I can take. It's all I can do not to scream.
His fingers thrust in and out. "Such a good girl. Come for me, Noelle."
My whole body seizes, and my mind goes blank as the first wave of my orgasm hits. My pussy clenches around his fingers, and he keeps pumping them in and out of me, coaxing even more waves of pleasure through my body.
When I can't take it anymore, he finally pulls his hand away, and I collapse back against him, boneless and breathing hard.
"There, there." He kisses my cheek, his hands running over my body, soothing me and bringing me back down to earth. "That was perfect, Noelle. You did so well."
I smile up at him, feeling giddy and satisfied, and a little tired. The bath has gotten lukewarm, but the water is still nice.
"Come here, baby," he says and guides me so that my back is against his chest again, and he wraps his arms around me.
"Was that a good Christmas Eve gift?" I ask softly.
"Definitely." He chuckles. "We've only just gotten started."
* * *
After refillingthe bathtub and actually bathing, we get dry off and Nathan suggests we go to the Christmas farmer's market downtown to get a few things for dinner. I'm still floating on cloud nine, trying not to think about how long I'm going to stay with Nathan or what will happen once the holiday is done.
Thank goodness I have my luggage, so I change into jeans, a red sweater, and tall brown boots. Nathan goes to make sure the storm didn't ruin any of his light display, which I think he likes more than he lets on, while I finish my hair.
When I'm done and go out to find him, I come to a stop in the dining room, looking at the chaos the earlier fight caused. God, was that really only two hours ago? The guilt tries to creep back in, but I squash it down. Danny can't hurt me anymore.
At least I think he can't.
Trying to keep myself in the holiday spirit, I leave the house and find Nathan pulling the Wagoneer out of the garage for us. He gets out to greet me with a thorough kiss that leaves us both breathless and then opens the passenger door for me.
"So, what's at this farmer's market?" I ask. "We have a lot of food here."
"True, but nothing's local. And the best part is that all the profits go to the Children's Hospital."
"Oh, that's perfect! We're going to have a great meal. I'm not the best cook, but I'm sure we can look up some videos."
He chuckles. "Whatever you say, baby."
The drive seems much shorter in the daytime when it isn't storming like the world is going to end. The market is lively and festive, full of people and the scent of fresh pine and spices. There's hot apple cider and baked goods and music and people milling around, talking and laughing and admiring the lights.
"I've never been here before," I confess as we stop at a booth selling hand-knit scarves.
"It's always fun. And, well, I haven't been to this one in a while," Nathan adds, looking a bit sheepish. "Usually I'm skiing with my friends at this time of year."
"Do you still ski?"
"A little. I prefer snowboarding."
"You seem the type," I tease, and he laughs.
We move on and find some handmade ornaments that we both agree are adorable. Nathan insists on buying me a few, and I don't argue. After the ornament stall is a jewelry booth. While I'm looking at a pair of dangly silver earrings with tiny little bells hanging from the end, Nathan wanders off. I don't see him for a moment, and I frown, trying to find him in the crowd.
He reappears like he never left, a small bag in hand. I want to ask about his secretive purchase, but when I try to, he silences me with a kiss, cupping the back of my neck possessively.
